[ The fight takes all of Arenvald's attention – his opponent is fast, fast enough that sometimes his Echo cannot keep up and he is instead forced to rely on his fighting skills rather than leaning wholly on his gift. The Lancer lands a glancing blow at one point, and Arenvald can feel blood running freely from the gash in his cheek.
Not once does this other Servant speak, but Arenvald wishes to the Twelve that they would, just so he had some sort of idea of just who he was dealing with here. The two of them seem pretty evenly matched, so any sort of information would be helpful.
Once again, Lancer clashes with his shield, and skirts back to gain some distance. It is in this brief, quiet moment, that Arenvald realizes just how far away he's gotten from Haru. Damn it all, it's been a trap the whole time and he fell for it. The Lancer, illuminated by a nearby street light, readies to attack again, and Arenvald sees his out. Hefting his shield in one hand, he flings it hard. The small buckler crashes into the street light, and the Lancer is forced to shield their eyes from the bright flash and shower of sparks.
Arenvald is already running, even as his shield ricochets back to him and he slides it over his arm again, heading full-tilt for the place he left his Master. ]
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Not once does this other Servant speak, but Arenvald wishes to the Twelve that they would, just so he had some sort of idea of just who he was dealing with here. The two of them seem pretty evenly matched, so any sort of information would be helpful.
Once again, Lancer clashes with his shield, and skirts back to gain some distance. It is in this brief, quiet moment, that Arenvald realizes just how far away he's gotten from Haru. Damn it all, it's been a trap the whole time and he fell for it. The Lancer, illuminated by a nearby street light, readies to attack again, and Arenvald sees his out. Hefting his shield in one hand, he flings it hard. The small buckler crashes into the street light, and the Lancer is forced to shield their eyes from the bright flash and shower of sparks.
Arenvald is already running, even as his shield ricochets back to him and he slides it over his arm again, heading full-tilt for the place he left his Master. ]